I can’t believe they left me here to die. What a pair of idiots!
Seriously. It’s been twenty-two days now, and I’m still alive.
Bravo, Ann and Tim. I applaud your incompetence. If we ever meet again, I’ll surely garland you with flowers. Right after I bludgeon your pig-thick heads with one of my golf clubs. That would do for revenge.
The last thing I remember was a harsh blow to the head. Pain and then darkness.
I regained consciousness on this glorious beach, beneath a blue sky and an even bluer sea spanning out in front of me. Never had I seen such splendor and beauty. A huge, nasty bump on my noggin, a pocketknife and cell phone in my back pockets.
I use the knife to mark out my days on the bark of a coconut tree and carve holes in unripe coconuts. At least, I won’t die of thirst.
The cell phone has no reception but over a hundred downloaded movies. Quite a diverse collection. Never knew classics were my thing. Somehow the battery stays at seventy-two percent.
Could be a magnetic field or radioactive waves. I’m not scared. If it kills me, I’ll die an entertained man.
Ann and Tim are my stepsiblings. Fraternal twins. Worthless, demented, and to-be murderers.
But I won’t give them the satisfaction.
Money is the reason for this treason. Our mother, the influencing factor. She made me the caretaker of her estate. She died a stinking rich woman.
These two dummies were to inherit there share at the age of twenty-five. Guess they couldn’t wait two more years. Greed is worse than you think.
I sip on coconut water and watch Gone with the Wind. Clark Gable is saying his famous line – Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
My sentiments exactly.
Tutu and Mumu grace me with their company. One’s a lovesick orangutan, the other an attention seeking bunny. I’ve known them for two weeks now. Both are reliable and comforting comrades.
Goes to show animals are superior to humans in every way.
Tutu mothers me. Forces me to eat my berries, nuts, and leaves. Mumu hops around furiously, encouraging me to join in for some daily exercise.
Damn you, Ann and Tim. You thought I would succumb to your foul ways. Hell, I’m having the time of my life. Needed a beach vacation anyways.
Oh. I discovered the speedboat yesterday. Actually, Mumu led me to it. She knows her way around this place. It’s in excellent condition. I’m now beginning to wonder whether this is reality or imagination.
Am I even alive? Or already dead? Maybe my spirit wanders.
Mumu and Tutu have no answers to my questions. But I take their presence as an affirmative. Either way, I’m getting off this island. Tomorrow morning is the decided date.
A speedboat ride or simply drifting above the waters?
There’s no rush to decide. We settle down for our after-lunch movie. Some romantic comedy. Can’t deny Mumu’s excited request.
Ann and Tim, I’ll be coming for you. Am I human or ghost? Who knows?
But once I’m done with you, your selfish souls will be blasted to Hell.
*Note to potential kidnappers and murderers – Always check victim’s pockets thoroughly.
Listen as That Undying Spirit speaks to you. It knows you better than anyone. Open your heart and mind to it.